Blue waves, blue, crash on the rock
A single ship, a single sailor
Solitary, alone, afraid
Wanting to become an island
Give up hope of other sands
To be with the flowers, their velvet pitch
Captivated by their dark beauty
Hypnotised, sinking deep into the purple sky
Deeper and deeper
Until breath comes no more
Feeling the chain biting
It's time to run
Black flowers poison the mind
Break the spell
Run to the ship, sail away
Swim if you have to
No woman is an island.
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